In truth life means nothing without you
searching everywhere for you
the procession of doors
without yelow buterflys
meaning of gardens of roses where beauty hides
amongst the thorns and the branches, the rose
But will not endure, it sensuality lasts a while
can i stun it with my revelations, are my yearnings not ties of love to be observed
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